Every Shitty Fan Is Covered In Shit And Wisdom, Depending On Where You Look.

 

Jesus, I could have used your name

Twenty or thirty years ago.

But you ducked under

Under my shadow.

You wouldn’t let me know.

Hung out in that fourteenth beer.

Countless times drove me safely here.

I asked for you, you disappeared.

Back then, I could have used you.

You were hidden behind if only.

If only I’d see the truth.

I would see it.

If only I’d listen to dad.

I would see it.

Cause dad didn’t see you in me.

But there you were…

Right there, under my shadow.

Barry

 

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